Russell Nero

Rookie - 121 Points (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

201. Scream 5/21/2013
202. Separate Me, My Soul From My Body 6/17/2013
203. Serenity Somewhere In An Open Field 9/3/2013
204. Set To Ashes 8/11/2013
205. Seventeen Hours 9/23/2013
206. Shadowed Eyes 1/19/2014
207. Shadowless Comparison Of My Ghostly Ways 6/19/2013
208. She Said 1/19/2014
209. Shrinking Rooms 8/10/2013
210. Silver Winter 5/15/2013
211. Simultaneously 5/13/2013
212. Sleeping Beauty 11/1/2013
213. Sorceress 6/16/2013
214. Spartacus 1/19/2014
215. Spinning Backwards Since... 5/19/2013
216. Spinning Vortex 1/21/2014
217. Stared Into Nothing 5/10/2013
218. Stolen From Me 5/14/2013
219. Stranger 5/9/2013
220. Street Rat 6/19/2013
221. Study Or Staring 5/10/2013
222. Surrender To Anger 7/16/2014
223. Symphony Of Sympathy 8/10/2013
224. Tear Drops 5/9/2013
225. Terrified... 5/9/2013
226. The Bright Red Of A Rosebud 5/13/2013
227. The Cards Karma Dealt 1/19/2014
228. The Catch And The Tremble 6/24/2014
229. The Curse Of Many To The Audience Of One 9/3/2013
230. The Knife That Killed Me 5/7/2014
231. The Script 9/6/2013
232. The Sound Of Breathing 5/13/2013
233. The Sun Questions Life 5/13/2013
234. The Supernova Of Emptiness 5/15/2013
235. The Tale Of Juliet 7/9/2013
236. The Words Of A Minor 6/22/2013
237. Thursday 1/23/2014
238. Tiger 5/10/2013
239. Too Young And Naive 1/3/2014
240. Treading An Ocean For Miles 9/3/2013
Best Poem of Russell Nero

The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
The one my lips touch everyday in a small instant
Rose…her name drives the very strength out of me
Leaving me pale stricken, glossy eyed
In a moment filled eclipse of irrelevant static
The static mimicking the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
Slowly encompassing me in deliberate darkness
Rose…what is the reason I know of you
Rose…what is the reason to why I...

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Am I Only Dreaming

Feeling this, what has become of this day
This day, these words I spill
what place from my heart did they originate
Yes, plans can change
but what has provoked them from seeping out
Stunned, no dramatization
Captivated, no reaction
it only took one night and I'm suddenly addicted
Her sweet, soft brown eyes along with her alluring voice

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